For the past 2 weeks and half,I have been going bored out of my mind.Since hubby is on endless duty timings,I tend to grow crazy and have no idea what to do.
Back in India,if I popped out of my flat,I could go downstairs and knew at least a dozen aunties and uncles sitting downstairs and wondering," Aah! Did we have to turn 60 so soon? "My point being you could start a conversation with nay Tom,Dick and Harry.The kids went crazy playing gutter gutter,Aldies were all too glad to have a time out from the daily routines and the great thing,people speaking in our language.Like the movies,out here,when you come across people who speak your language,you feel so happy to able to reconnect even if it means overhearing their conversations.You go,"Arey dekho ,wo India ki hai,wo Pakistan ke hain,arey wo punjabi me bath kar rahe hai,arey tulu me bath kar rahe hai,arey konkani speakers." But out here I'm surrounded by women who never come out of their flats.Most of them are arabs from other parts of the world.There is no playground nearby to walk in.
There are get togethers and what not of the communities out here but Im not aware of any of these.
There Are times when I wonder it would be simply fabulous to be India.I tell my hubby," If we were in India nah,we could go to some nearby area hours away and peek into villages and monuments and what not." He gives me that " Yeah right !" look whenever I say stuff like this.Out here we need to have a means of transport to any nearby place which is a pain in the ass problem coz out here to have to fulfill certain conditions to own a driver's licence.
I was speaking to my brother the other day and when he asked me to come his home on a taxi,I was shocked at my own words.I haven't travelled in a taxi for almost 8 years now and 10 years since I travelled in a bus.I wondered to myself when did I become so dainty or nazook to stop these minute little pleasure rides in my life.I think I have been over protected a bit too much for my sake.Oh ,how I loved to ride in buses.It would take such a long time to reach my destinations and I looked outside the window,thought about things I had no time to think otherwise.
My speakers weren't working for the past week and it was driving me crazy.I usually think myself to depression if one tiny thing isn't functioning well.Like when my washing machine broke down,all I did was change often,fill my laundry basket and worry about it piling away and how I cant wash my clothes immediately.Yes ! I wash almost 4 times a week.My rule being if I can see the clothes surfacing the basket,its time to wash.I know I'm a nutcase.Yesterday night,My hubby kept telling me," When you fret over one tiny thing,its the only thing you distract yourself over for days."I did want to punch his face but the man was telling the truth.
Finally I followed all the troubleshooting crap step by step and managed to fix it.And I have been playing songs the whole day now.When I'm alone,I turn the volume high of the television or the stereo,this way I'm surrounded by sound and I don't feel alone.
Back In India,if I knew the weekend would suck,I would find out which theater was playing a good movie and just go .It didn't matter if I had company or not,I could enjoy it both ways.Restaurants I don't go alone.I need to have some company.I went to "hao hao" and "hao ming" in mangalore very often and I loved the Indochinese food there.Out here good restaurants are very expensive to eat out weekly and plus my hubby makes this face and marrofies this dialogue," Yeh koi hotel hai.Isse acha khana to tum ghar me paka leti ho.Mene nahi khana." Its then I wish I can whack his head and dump him in the trunk of our car and go to the hotel.Its a compliment I know,but I don't mind eating crap outside,I just want a change from the walls of my home.
2 weeks have been like hell to me and I managed to suck a promise out of him to take me out to a nice restaurant when hes done with his emergency duty.That's whats holding a cracking me right now.
We lay in bed and I told him its been ages since I put on some makeup and dressed well and went out.He gives me this look," Tayar ho jao na,kisne mana kiya hai." And Im like," tayaar hoke muje line kaun marega? padosi ko bulaon kya? " and the bickering like a nutcase from me continues.The man works for 11 hours straight and still manages to peel in laughter at my drama,its amazing.I wonder how does he put up with me,he tells me "you are an anokha sample." How did your parents put up with you for 24 years and I tell him 14 years more and you will find your answer yourself.
I'm rambling right ! I'm,I know but I need to do so.I tried looking for HD wallpapers,searched for online skill games to play with,tried reading updated blogs of friends, looked for activity on facebook ( Saala,jis din dekha chaho ,us din koi facebook pe nahi hota.)I had nothing to cook today coz I have to cook for myself only,and I don't want to eat.I have eating cabbage and rice for 3 days now.
I'm wearing this muffler round my neck coz I sprained it yesterday night.My pillow wasn't set right,hubby had the fan on and I was glued to the heater.Its like I'm in Antarctica and he lives on the Sun.He is sweating and I'm shivering all the time.And This muffler,Since I bought it,I always felt it was made from cat fur.Don't know why,its 8 years old and I feel I have a dead cat rolled around my neck.But it keeps me warm even though sometimes I have a fur ball down my throat.Should maybe slide it next to my hubby when he is sleeping.His eyes get all red shot and tears start rolling when there are dogs and cats around.
My legs are so skinny.Yeah ! I stretched them a while ago and there they were.All my life people teased me because of them and called me chicken legs.Earlier I used to laugh at my own legs when people made fun of them but then you cant fight genetics right.My mom's side of the family have only chicken legs to spare.Its so weird nah...maybe if I was as thin as a stick they wouldn't look so bad.But I'm an ice cream cone like my brother calls me.
I told my hubby of this dream I had.Sujatha,I and Padma were in this ancient ancient mahal in Rajasthan and we kept wowing over all the stuff and decor.My hubby was like," Ji Rani ji,Is baar aap kya aur kahan thi?" He doesn't dream at all.( he claims.. but Im sure he dreams of things hes too ashamed to tell me..Ahem...Men will be men after all.)I started with some things and then I'm like,I had very very thick,ass length hair,I was slim and had this fantastic frilly outfit with the right jewellery,the perfect chic bohemian style.( Yeah ! everything that I ain't In reality.)And he started lol-ing away.
My arms and fingers hurt.Before I get carpal tunnel syndrome ( I guess I already do have it) and this blog turns idiotically long,I better stop.
Back in India,if I popped out of my flat,I could go downstairs and knew at least a dozen aunties and uncles sitting downstairs and wondering," Aah! Did we have to turn 60 so soon? "My point being you could start a conversation with nay Tom,Dick and Harry.The kids went crazy playing gutter gutter,Aldies were all too glad to have a time out from the daily routines and the great thing,people speaking in our language.Like the movies,out here,when you come across people who speak your language,you feel so happy to able to reconnect even if it means overhearing their conversations.You go,"Arey dekho ,wo India ki hai,wo Pakistan ke hain,arey wo punjabi me bath kar rahe hai,arey tulu me bath kar rahe hai,arey konkani speakers." But out here I'm surrounded by women who never come out of their flats.Most of them are arabs from other parts of the world.There is no playground nearby to walk in.
There are get togethers and what not of the communities out here but Im not aware of any of these.
There Are times when I wonder it would be simply fabulous to be India.I tell my hubby," If we were in India nah,we could go to some nearby area hours away and peek into villages and monuments and what not." He gives me that " Yeah right !" look whenever I say stuff like this.Out here we need to have a means of transport to any nearby place which is a pain in the ass problem coz out here to have to fulfill certain conditions to own a driver's licence.
I was speaking to my brother the other day and when he asked me to come his home on a taxi,I was shocked at my own words.I haven't travelled in a taxi for almost 8 years now and 10 years since I travelled in a bus.I wondered to myself when did I become so dainty or nazook to stop these minute little pleasure rides in my life.I think I have been over protected a bit too much for my sake.Oh ,how I loved to ride in buses.It would take such a long time to reach my destinations and I looked outside the window,thought about things I had no time to think otherwise.
My speakers weren't working for the past week and it was driving me crazy.I usually think myself to depression if one tiny thing isn't functioning well.Like when my washing machine broke down,all I did was change often,fill my laundry basket and worry about it piling away and how I cant wash my clothes immediately.Yes ! I wash almost 4 times a week.My rule being if I can see the clothes surfacing the basket,its time to wash.I know I'm a nutcase.Yesterday night,My hubby kept telling me," When you fret over one tiny thing,its the only thing you distract yourself over for days."I did want to punch his face but the man was telling the truth.
Finally I followed all the troubleshooting crap step by step and managed to fix it.And I have been playing songs the whole day now.When I'm alone,I turn the volume high of the television or the stereo,this way I'm surrounded by sound and I don't feel alone.
Back In India,if I knew the weekend would suck,I would find out which theater was playing a good movie and just go .It didn't matter if I had company or not,I could enjoy it both ways.Restaurants I don't go alone.I need to have some company.I went to "hao hao" and "hao ming" in mangalore very often and I loved the Indochinese food there.Out here good restaurants are very expensive to eat out weekly and plus my hubby makes this face and marrofies this dialogue," Yeh koi hotel hai.Isse acha khana to tum ghar me paka leti ho.Mene nahi khana." Its then I wish I can whack his head and dump him in the trunk of our car and go to the hotel.Its a compliment I know,but I don't mind eating crap outside,I just want a change from the walls of my home.
2 weeks have been like hell to me and I managed to suck a promise out of him to take me out to a nice restaurant when hes done with his emergency duty.That's whats holding a cracking me right now.
We lay in bed and I told him its been ages since I put on some makeup and dressed well and went out.He gives me this look," Tayar ho jao na,kisne mana kiya hai." And Im like," tayaar hoke muje line kaun marega? padosi ko bulaon kya? " and the bickering like a nutcase from me continues.The man works for 11 hours straight and still manages to peel in laughter at my drama,its amazing.I wonder how does he put up with me,he tells me "you are an anokha sample." How did your parents put up with you for 24 years and I tell him 14 years more and you will find your answer yourself.
I'm rambling right ! I'm,I know but I need to do so.I tried looking for HD wallpapers,searched for online skill games to play with,tried reading updated blogs of friends, looked for activity on facebook ( Saala,jis din dekha chaho ,us din koi facebook pe nahi hota.)I had nothing to cook today coz I have to cook for myself only,and I don't want to eat.I have eating cabbage and rice for 3 days now.
I'm wearing this muffler round my neck coz I sprained it yesterday night.My pillow wasn't set right,hubby had the fan on and I was glued to the heater.Its like I'm in Antarctica and he lives on the Sun.He is sweating and I'm shivering all the time.And This muffler,Since I bought it,I always felt it was made from cat fur.Don't know why,its 8 years old and I feel I have a dead cat rolled around my neck.But it keeps me warm even though sometimes I have a fur ball down my throat.Should maybe slide it next to my hubby when he is sleeping.His eyes get all red shot and tears start rolling when there are dogs and cats around.
My legs are so skinny.Yeah ! I stretched them a while ago and there they were.All my life people teased me because of them and called me chicken legs.Earlier I used to laugh at my own legs when people made fun of them but then you cant fight genetics right.My mom's side of the family have only chicken legs to spare.Its so weird nah...maybe if I was as thin as a stick they wouldn't look so bad.But I'm an ice cream cone like my brother calls me.
I told my hubby of this dream I had.Sujatha,I and Padma were in this ancient ancient mahal in Rajasthan and we kept wowing over all the stuff and decor.My hubby was like," Ji Rani ji,Is baar aap kya aur kahan thi?" He doesn't dream at all.( he claims.. but Im sure he dreams of things hes too ashamed to tell me..Ahem...Men will be men after all.)I started with some things and then I'm like,I had very very thick,ass length hair,I was slim and had this fantastic frilly outfit with the right jewellery,the perfect chic bohemian style.( Yeah ! everything that I ain't In reality.)And he started lol-ing away.
My arms and fingers hurt.Before I get carpal tunnel syndrome ( I guess I already do have it) and this blog turns idiotically long,I better stop.
kya baat karti ho Suz??!! not been on taxi/bus for ages!!! yeh toh tumhare baare mein mujhe pata hi nai tha!
ReplyDeletei liked reading this post - esp your "padosi ko bulaun??" seriously tayyar hona is fun but agar only patidev admire karey toh what fun - hehehehehe
but yaar yeh boredom wali baat sahi hai...it's killing at times and i toh dont even like this cleaning house business!mera toh haal mat pucho! but u r amazing rey u have managed really well. god bless u!
Cute and humorous :)
ReplyDeletepunching, whacking.. haha
awwwwwwww...I came in your dreams. Isn't that fantastic?? I'm not sure if you are an avid reader, but start reading, it will kill your boredom and will stop your mind from venturing and reflecting at all things negative.
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